To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 9
They wandered around the party some more. Matthew told her that the
party encompassed a lot. It was more than just a "bunch of perverts
getting together and tying each other up." Some people liked the
performance. Some liked the notoriety of being among others who could
appreciate their handiwork. Anderson himself didn't really like
"performing" to a crowd, but he did like showing off his pet. He told
Rhianna that she had done better than he had hoped, and that several
people in the crowd watching him bring her to orgasm again and again
had abruptly left to go 'relieve' themselves. Rhianna felt her blush
over the full length of her body, but at the same time, felt an odd
sense of pride at having done well and pleasing Matthew. She was
puzzled at those feelings.
Anderson went on to say that since most of the people here were
generally rich, a lot of business deals went on. He himself had made
plans to meet with Mulata again and discuss some art transfers. And
finally, it was a party in the truest sense of the word, and people
came to dance and drink and eat. There was even a fashion show held in
another room that they had missed due to their being otherwise
occupied.
Rhianna noticed as they went about looking at more scenes, that he was
avoiding the ones that seemed to have a heavy element of corporal
punishment in them. At first she was pleased, but after a while, she
felt like she might be running away from a problem that she needed to
face. They came upon Gwen, changed from her party dress into a leather
dominatrix dream. Anderson started to veer away, but Rhianna spoke up.
"Master?" she asked, getting his attention. "Can we, can we stay to
watch?"
Anderson studied her a moment. He seemed to immediately grasp her
reasons. "Are you sure, pet?"
"Yes, master, I am." He nodded and the moved closer for a better view.
Anderson had her kneel in front of him and he absently massaged her
shoulders as they watched the scene.
Gwen caught sight of them and looked perplexed briefly, but then
continued with her preparations. Near Gwen was another woman, dressed
only in ankle cuffs and high heels. The woman was slightly larger than
Gwen, and her breasts could be called 'ample'. Gwen turned to her,
making quite a show of the whole thing. Rhianna thought it looked a
little silly.
"Do you give yourself to me, slave?" Gwen asked the other woman.
"Yes, mistress, I do," she answered.
"Assume the position." The acting was atrocious and overdone, but
apparently heartfelt. The other woman straddled the device on the
platform. A wide sawhorse that was attached to a set of stocks. The
woman laid down on the padded bar of the sawhorse and allowed Gwen to
put her arms and head in the stocks and lock the top part down over
her. Gwen then attached the woman's ankle cuffs to the back 'A' part of
the sawhorse. The woman was now trapped, her ass sticking out
prominently, her breasts hanging down. She was also unable to see what
was happening behind her now.
Gwen picked out a long, flat leather covered paddle. It did not bend,
so Rhianna guessed there was wood under the leather. Gwen didn't
hesitate, she swung at the target so well presented to her. There was a
loud retort, and a wide red mark appeared on the woman's ass.
To her credit, the slave didn't cry out. Instead, she grunted slightly,
and said, "One, thank you mistress."
Rhianna shuddered slightly, and Anderson leaned down and asked her if
she was all right.
"I'll be fine, master," she replied in a whisper.
The spanking continued on, and after 30 or so strokes the slave was no
longer able to count. Through it all Rhianna tried hard to remain calm.
She was at first appalled, but after a while she noticed a wetness
coating the insides of the slave's thighs. This confused her, because
she could only think of the pain she had endured when she was whipped.
Here was a woman that not only asked for it, but liked it as well.
Gwen didn't seem to mind that the slave wasn't counting any more. After
a few more strokes, the woman cried out. "Mistress, may I please come?"
Gwen's smile got even bigger. "Of course, slave," and she swung more
rapidly, although with less force. Three swats later and the slave was
crying out, shaking in her bounds, her orgasm taking her. Gwen stopped
the spanking there. She released the other woman's ankles and opened
the stocks. The slave was a bit shaky, but she knelt in front of Gwen.
"Thank you, mistress," she said, this time definitely not acting.
At that point, Anderson bade Rhianna to get up and they walked away
from the scene.
"She likes it, doesn't she, master?" Rhianna asked.
"Yes, and Gwen loves spanking her. I wouldn't be surprised if Gwen
takes her off in a little while to one of the rooms here and makes love
with her."
"There are private rooms here?"
"Yes. I would have had us retire to one earlier, but the way you were
begging, I just couldn't wait anymore. I don't usually fuck out in the
open like that. You just looked so sexy like that, I couldn't stand it
anymore."
Rhianna thought about how she had looked and still looked. Her makeup
and hair a mess, covered in sweat, fluids drying on her legs. Yet he
thought of her as sexy. She found that she did not understand the scene
they had just witnessed, but she wasn't scared of it anymore.
"Thank you, master, for letting me watch Gwen," she said.
"Well, of course, pet. I'm not into the corporal side myself, but Gwen
puts on a good show."
He decided they should leave at that point. Rhianna was surprised to
see it was past 1am. Anderson had collected her dress and led her by
the leash out the door. She wondered why he had even bothered to get
her a dress, for how little she had worn it. Just before they left, he
pulled off her nipple clamps and tossed them on a table by the door.
The pain/pleasure that rushed to her breasts caused her knees to
weaken. He held her up for a minute, until she recovered.
"I'm sorry, master, I, I just had another orgasm, and I didn't ask
permission first." Rhianna looked at him with a slightly pained
expression. She truly felt bad about it.
"It's okay, pet. I won't punish you," he told her, adding, "this time."
Rhianna didn't know how to feel. It was too easy to get into this role,
she thought. She wondered what he might do to punish her.
During the limo ride home, they cuddled and kissed, but didn't go
beyond that. Anderson let her sit in the seat with him, and Rhianna
felt almost like a girl on a date after the prom. She barely noticed
that she was still naked when they went up in the elevator.
Anderson told her to take a quick shower before bed, as messy as she
was. He released all her cuffs and collar first. When she came out, he
was already in bed and asleep, holding onto her collar. I guess he was
going to tie me back up, but fell asleep first. She gently pried her
collar from his fingers and shifted him in an attempt to make him more
comfortable. He did not wake up or even rouse much.
Rhianna was deathly tired herself, but she realized that this might be
an opportunity to look around some more. Unsure what to do with the
collar, she fastened around her neck, then went off into the living
room to search some more.
She immediately noticed the folder that had been left out, so she
flipped through it. It contained invoices, shipping documents,
receipts, bill of sales, a good trail of what Anderson had been up to
for the past 6 months or so, as well as the next months activities. She
noticed art had come from Europe, Africa and even one shipment from
Mexico coming in the next day. No, make that today, she thought, it's
after midnight. Hell, it's after 2, I'm going to be dead tomorrow. The
words on the papers were getting blurry, Rhianna knew that she needed
to get some sleep, she could barely keep her eyes open.
Back in the bedroom, Anderson was snoring. She looked at her cuffs
lying on the floor and decided he would probably have put them on her
if he'd stayed awake. She picked them up and buckled them on. It almost
felt normal, she'd spent most of the past week in bondage. She looked
around but couldn't find any chains to link them together, so she just
lay down and fell promptly to sleep.
***
She woke up just after 9am. To her surprise, Anderson was still asleep.
She took care of her bathroom needs, then decided to make breakfast
before waking him up. Before she started, she found a hobble chain for
her feet, and a longer one for her hands and attached them. Hopefully,
it would please Anderson, but she wasn't sure what he might think. He
might be mad that she'd done it herself. Nothing to do but see when he
woke up.
She was almost done cooking breakfast when he came in the room, wearing
a robe loosely tied. He came and stood near the dining table, slightly
confused about what was going on. Rhianna decided she should go kneel
before him, so that's what she did.
"Good morning, sir, breakfast is almost done."
Anderson yawned. He looked down at her quizzically. "I didn't do that,
did I?" he asked about her bonds.
"No, sir. I put the cuffs on last night, the chains this morning. I
hope you don't mind, sir, I thought it would be what you would want."
"I suppose. I would have if I'd been awake, I guess. Next time, ask,
okay? If I don't give you explicit instructions, ask. It was okay, even
the right thing to do, except for the not asking. All right?"
Rhianna nodded, slightly confused. "Yes sir, sorry sir."
"Come here," he told her, bidding her to stand up. He wrapped his arms
around her and kissed her deeply for several minutes, taking her breath
away. Then he slapped her butt. "Get me some coffee, pet."
Rhianna had cheered up. "Yes sir!" she said, smiling.
He fed her off of his plate while she knelt beside him. She didn't have
to beg this time, he would give her a bite after taking a few himself.
After she cleaned the dishes off, they went back into the bedroom.
"Lie on the bed, on your stomach," he told her, undoing her hobble
chains. He attached her cuffs to the corners of the bed with some rope,
leaving her spread eagle. Then he put a blindfold on her. "I'm going to
take a shower, I'll be right back."
Rhianna tested her bonds. They weren't too tight, she had some room to
maneuver, but she wasn't going anywhere soon.
Anderson's shower was short. Rhianna could hear him approach, she
figured he was still naked. He ran his slightly damp hand over her
back, buttocks and legs. Rhianna shuddered in delight at his touch. He
stopped for a minute, and when he came back his fingers were at her
anus. She felt him spread cool lubricant over her back orifice, then
gently push a finger in. She'd not had anything enter her there before
this assignment, not even on Atamo's boat, and she found that it felt
okay. She wanted him to touch her vagina and clitoris as well, but he
left them alone.
He kneaded her ass cheeks with one hand, and continued slowly pushing
his finger into her anus. Infrequently, he would trail a finger over
her labia, but he was concentrating on her rear. Rhianna found herself
giving into the feelings, enjoying his touch. She assumed he was going
to put another butt plug in like the night before and then screw her
silly, and she frankly couldn't wait. A bizarre thought hit her just
then and she tried not to laugh about it. She wondered if they would
allow her conjugal visits at whatever jail he was in.
Anderson stopped his ministrations long enough to climb up on the bed
between her legs. He laid down on her and she could feel his hard penis
on her back. "No sounds, pet, I want you to be as quiet as you can," he
whispered in her ear. "No coming until I give you permission.
Understand?" Rhianna nodded. Anderson knelt back up, and did something,
but Rhianna couldn't quite tell what he was doing. Then he laid back
down, trailing his penis down the crack of her ass. Rhianna was eagerly
waiting for him to drive it into her vagina, which was now very wet.
He stopped at her asshole, and slightly pushed. Oh god, Rhianna
thought, he's going to fuck my ass. She panicked a little. Anderson
whispered calming words into her ear. "It's okay, pet, just relax.
That's it, it's all right." Rhianna calmed down some hearing his voice.
"I'm going to take it nice and slow, pet." The head of his penis slide
past her sphincter. It felt bigger than any of the plugs he had used.
She tried to relax.
Anderson continued to push into her. Rhianna didn't know what to think.
It felt full/stretched/odd/good. He picked up his pace a little, and
was now actually fucking her. She wanted to - she wasn't sure. Part of
her want it to stop, part wanted more. He reached under her and lightly
rubbed her clitoris. Rhianna almost lost it then. She was surprised at
how easily he could bring her almost to orgasm. Her mind was quickly
drifting away. She wanted to beg him, but whether it was to stop or go
faster, she didn't know. She couldn't do anything about it anyway. She
was under his control.
"Fuck me, please" she mouthed.
"Shhh, pet," Anderson said, stoking her hair with his free hand. He
kept the pace slow, not letting her get all the way to her orgasm. She
was tight, and he wanted to control himself as well. Soon though, he
was approaching his own orgasm. "All right, pet, come, now," he
whispered.
Rhianna found she couldn't stop herself if she had wanted to. The
orgasm exploded within her, and it seemed all of her muscles were
clenching and releasing. She could feel his penis spasm inside her,
could feel the warm fluid jet into her. She groaned out loud then,
through clenched teeth.
Anderson lay still on her, letting himself go flaccid inside of her.
They both lay there for many minutes, listening to the other breathe.
"Did you like that, pet?"
Rhianna nodded. "Yes sir," she said. She had thought it would hurt
more, but he had been so gentle with her. It wasn't like anything she'd
felt before. She felt she'd prefer straight intercourse, but that
hadn't been bad. She couldn't see him, but somehow knew he was smiling.
He got up off of her and left her there for a few minutes.
She reflected on all the odd things she'd had to try during this
assignment. She couldn't say that she'd disliked any of them.
***
Rhianna felt very well fucked. Matthew had come back and this time used
her vagina, screwing her a long, long time. He had only let her have
two more orgasms, but they had been spectacular. It had been a lot of
work holding back until given permission, but it added to the feelings
as well. She was now standing in the living, a short hobble causing her
to take mincing steps. Her hands were attached together at the wrists,
and a short chain hooked to her collar kept them up, almost like she
was trying to modestly cover her breasts. Clamps pinched her nipples,
tight enough to keep from falling off. On her head were straps of a
harness holding a ring gag in her mouth.
"I need to set some stuff up for a delivery tonight. I should only be
gone an hour and a half, two tops. I think the bathroom needs
cleaning," he said with a smile.
Rhianna nodded, and immediately regretted it. One final addition to her
"outfit" had been a thin chain running down from the back of the straps
on her head, between her legs and labia and up to the chain between her
nipple clamps. If she moved her head too much in any direction but
back, it tugged on her nipples. She wondered how she was going to bend
enough to clean anything. Anderson came up and kissed her cheek, then
pulled something out of his pocket.
"In case you miss me," he told her. It was a short penis shaped gag
that fit in the ring holding her mouth open. He pushed it in, silencing
her. He left her standing alone in the apartment.
End Chapter 9
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
